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Thursday, January 10, 2013

The Announcement! White Trash in the Snow Chapter 77, 78 and 79

WHITE TRASH IN THE SNOW

By Allison

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN

Rachael left the satellite office at 3:30 PM and went
directly to Helen’s house. It was D-Day, and time for the troops to be given their
orders. Tad showed up right after Rachael. Helen and Kurt had left work early
and were there.

“Where are Cristol and Wrangler? She texted me from the
school library with this dumb suggestion that Pride get a cell phone so she can
text, too. That’s when I told her to be here right after school.”

Actually, Cristol had skipped school to catch some private time
with Wrangler, and when she sent the text, they were at the family’s hunting
cabin an hour away.

Rachael was pacing, and stopped when she heard the front
door open. “There you are! What took so long?”
The teens looked sheepishly around and saw four annoyed adults. Wrangler
blushed.

Tad said, “Alright, they’re here. What’s up?”

Rachael nearly burst.
“McEwain has it sewn up!” Her
eyes glowed, her cheeks were flushed.

“That’s it?” Kurt
said. ”I raced home from work to get an update on national politics?” He was
angry. “ What is this Rachael? An audition for Fox news? Have some respect for other people’s time,
god dammit! ” He stood up. “I’ve got to get back to work.”

“Calm down, Kurt. And sit back down. Obviously, she isn’t
finished.” Helen didn’t know what was coming, but she knew her sister well
enough that she was certain this was going to somehow become about her – about Governor
Saplin, the former-mayor of Azzolla whose sites were now focused on Washington.
“Please go on Rachael, there must be more to this.”

“Yup, yup, there is.”
Rachael had lost none of her excitement. “Okay everyone, listen up.
Tomorrow,” she looked around to make sure she had everyone’s full attention,
“Yup, tomorrow… I’m announcing my pregnancy to the press.”

“What?” said Tad.

“No!” said Cristol.

Tad and Cristol both thought they had talked her out of the
fake pregnancy plan a while ago. Tad figured she’d given up on the idea because
she hadn’t mentioned it in weeks. Yes, she’d been wearing those scarves quite a
bit, but he figured that was because it cut down on laundry (scarves covered
the same shirt two or three days in a row). And Cristol was counting on the
search for an adoptive family to go on for so very long that eventually Rachael
would have to agree to let her keep her baby and raise him with Wrangler. She thought the fake pregnancy thing was
over. Her mom hadn’t mentioned it lately, and Cristol hadn’t even told Wrangler
about the idea. It was so extreme that he might have confided in his mom, or
worse yet, his sister, well, Cristol wouldn’t risk that. So she kept it to herself. And she thought
she’d won. Heck, the tension it had
built up in her and the sense of power she had from the assumption of victory had intensified the passion she’d been feeling
toward Wrangler these past few weeks. It had been a win-win. Until now.

Wrangler, with no idea what was actually happening, was slowing turning the
announcement over in his head. “Whoa,”
he thought, “Now she’s pregnant?” Then he realized there was another
possibility. “Hmmm, I wonder if this has
something to do with Calc? Is Mrs. S
jealous that her daughter has a baby? She’s always lookin’ for attention.”

He was smart enough to know that, whatever was going on, he
was only a spectator. The Governor could do any damn thing she pleased. He was
beginning to understand his father’s warnings – about what happened to people
who crossed the Saplins. He might not be the as bright as the midnight sun, but
he wasn’t a total fool. When all was said and done, he’d do whatever he was
told.

Helen and Kurt hadn’t seen it coming. They were in shock. “Pregnant?
What on earth?” Helen said.

“This is a back up plan. Calc’s getting stronger every day.
He might get out of the hospital before Abigail finds him a family. If the
adoption idea doesn’t work out, the fall back plan is that I’m gonna say I had
him.”

Helen knew this was a bad idea, her concern was evident. It
didn’t deter Rachael. “So, I’m going to announce that I’m pregnant. If he
gets adopted, I’ll have a miscarriage. Can’t wait any longer. Doin’ it
tomorrow. Otherwise it’ll be too late.”

“ It’s already too late. You do not look pregnant. You’re
wearing a suit you’ve worn for …for maybe five years. It fits fine.
Where’s the baby? In your back pocket? ”

“Helen, look,” Rachael stroked a scarf that she had tied
like a necktie. “See this scarf? It’s called obscufication. Muddy-ing the
water, so to speak.” She turned and showed her sister another angle. “See?
Hanging like this, my waist can’t be seen. Not clearly, anyway.” She smiled and twirled around. “Oh, and I
stopped taking off my jacket in the office.”

With a self-satisfied twist of her jaw, and a smirk on her
face, Rachael stood facing Helen with hands on hips. She reminded Helen of an
eight year old. All that was missing, was for her sister to stick out her
tongue, just like when they were kids. All her life, Rachael had stubbornly
refused to listen to reason. When she was growing up, her father said she would
never amount to anything if she didn’t learn to appreciate the wisdom of
others. As a teacher, Buck thought this
was the worst thing his own kid could be – unteachable. But, since then, Buck
Heat had, himself, learned a valuable lesson.
To support his daughter’s ambitions, he called stubbornness a
virtue. Her refusal to listen to others
was spun into a refusal to go along with the good old boys. Any ideas that differed from her own were called “subversive” and everything she
said he backed up as true. “Rachael is
the most honest politician you’ll ever meet,” he said to reporters whenever he
had an opportunity. And Buck chuckled every time he said it.

“You are crazy,” Helen said. “Crazy as a loon.” She got up and walked over to Rachael to make
a point. “Look at this scarf. It’s hanging straight down.” She flipped the
scarf aside to reveal what was behind it - a flat-front skirt, buttoned
tightly. “There’s no bulge under
there.”

“She’s right. Nothing there.” Kurt said, supporting his
wife.

“Phooey,” Rachael said, giving them a dismissive wave. “No
one cares. No one’s gonna do what you just did. Besides, in a few weeks I’ll
begin to show a little.”

Everyone in the room
looked around at each other. It was Helen who continued to push Rachael toward
clearer thinking. “How do you plan to show?
You aren’t pregnant!”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve tried out a few different things. Trust
me, it’s not gonna be a problem.”

Cristol spoke up. “Mom, why are you doing this? I agreed to
an adoption. Give it some time.” And if
enough time goes by I’ll get to keep him.

“We’ve run out of time. McElwaine is the clear winner of
the primary race. He’s probably all ready got people checking me out as a
potential running mate. I can’t have a
grandson that belongs to my unmarried daughter who’s only seventeen!”

“Well then, you and Dad adopt him. Just announce it. Tell
people you adopted him. We talked about that, remember? Wrangler and I could-“

“Cristol, perhaps for once, you might listen to me. Golly,
if you’d paid attention to what you and that mullet-head were doing…”

“Rachael, stop,” again, it was Helen.

. “Well, what is it that… who do you think would…” She oratorically stumbled and heaved her way
forward, “Of course in the overall plan… which it seems
has never been…”

Finally, she found her balance, “Cristol, who would believe
that your father and I would voluntarily adopt a retarded baby? I mean, yes, we are Christians, and yes I have
a servant’s heart, but come on! I’m
running a state and I already have four kids.”

Helen winced at the r- word. “Rachael, please! In this
house we say special needs. And Cristol,”
she spoke gently, ”She’s right about that, Honey. In this upside down
world, your mom would be ridiculed instead of admired. In the end the baby
would suffer from being a means for haters to attack your mom. None of us want
to see that happen – to the baby, I mean.”

Tad stood up and walked over to a wall of family photos. He
pointed to an old picture of a pregnant Rachael wearing what looked like a red
tent. “Well, you better start packin’ it on,” he advised. “’Cause when you’re
actually pregnant, you look like a beach ball.”

“Well thanks for the kind words, Tad . I already thought of
that. Starting today I’m going to eat
for two. Remember how Sally gained 15 pounds in three weeks when she first went
into depression? That’s how we found out
her marriage was going south. That’s what I’m going to do. Starting tonight.” Without missing a beat, Rachael started in
about her soon-to-be-ex-brother-in-law. “I hate Ed Spivey. Tad , did you make
that new complaint? The one about him
drinking and driving the police car?” Even in the middle of the most important
discussion her family could be having at that moment, Rachael was unable to set
aside her obsessive compulsion to punish her soon-to-be-former brother-in-law.

Rachael, Tad and the Heats together had filed ten citizen
complaints against the father of Sally’s children, twisting facts and outright
lying, and yet Rachael paused that afternoon in Helen and Kurt’s living room to make sure more pain would be inflicted. As much as he enjoyed making Ed’s life
difficult, even Tad thought that the subject was out of place.

“Rachael, let’s talk about that later,” Tad said. Actually,
he hadn’t made the complaint yet and he didn’t want his wife to find out. He
couldn’t tell her what he’d spent his time doing because, number one, it wasn’t
legal, number two, it was immoral, and number three, if discovered, the
headlines would end her political career. “You were saying you need to put on weight.
Fast. How can we help you?”

“Yup, yup, well, there is that which you can do, which is
cook for me. I’ll want lots of caribou burgers with bacon and cheese, and not
cuttin’ off the fatty edges on the moose steak, and big helpings of dark turkey
meat, also, too. I think I can put on 15 pounds in a couple weeks. ”

Helen said, “If you
can add fifteen pounds that fast, that will help to fool people.”

“Yup, and I have one other idea.” Rachael picked up a throw
pillow from the sofa. “Watch this,” she said. What happened next looked like it
came from an I Love Lucy rerun. The
governor of a large state, this elected US official, stashed a square pillow
under her shirt, pulled her suit jacket together tightly, straining the buttons so that there were v-shaped
creases in the fabric, and then posed for her audience. “See? I’m showing!”

There was a moment
of brittle silence. Rachael took it as approval.

“So, that’s that. I
brought over some Oreos and ice cream. Anybody want to join me?” Continuing to wear the prop, she headed for
the kitchen.

“I will.” Wrangler
followed her. The others had no appetite.

Handing him the
package of cookies, Rachael took stock of her daughter’s boyfriend, the father
of her first grandchild. He was nice looking; even more of a hunk than Tad.
There was an air of mystery about him, a “strong silent type.” People said that about Tad, too. Maybe
Cristol was looking for a father figure. That was a disturbing thought.

“You know, Wrangler, if anyone ever hurts one of my kids,
they better have a good place to hide.”

“Yes, m’am.”

“ I have a gun. I keep it under my bed.”

“Yes, m’am.”

“Maybe you could come over and teach me how to use it.” She winked.

Wrangler wasn’t sure he knew what she was saying. Was she
making a pass at him? Or was she making a threat?

“Wrangler, answer me. Do you understand?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, Mrs. S. Whatever.”

She handed him one of the two bowls of ice cream she’d
dished out and pointed toward a kitchen chair. “Sit down, let’s talk.” They sat
opposite each other at the table and he concentrated on eating while she
ignored the food and dug into the topic at hand. “So, how are you going to
support my daughter?”

Wrangler didn’t rush his answer. He was mashing Oreos into
his ice cream. He took a spoonful, and
swallowed before he said, “I’m thinking of asking Mr. S to help me get a job up
north.”

“Ha! Ask Tad for help? Is that how you think it
works?” She leaned across the table to
get into his space. “You have a lot to learn, Wrangler. What you need is a
letter of recommendation from the Governor.”
He looked up.. “That’s right,” she continued, “and only certain people
get them. People who are politically connected.”

“Oh, ” he said, and went back to eating ice cream.

“Wrangler! You are politically connected!”

“I am?” He wasn’t being coy. He was truly that clueless.

“Of course! You know me, and I am the highest elected
official, well, not nationally, I mean, if you knew the President, well, then
of course, but in this state it’s as good being my actual supporter, which it
is that you are, right? Well, that’s as
good as knowing the President to know
the Governor, and that is what you are…um…do…um, that is who you know. “ She
smiled and puffed out her chest, and again
he wondered if she were flirting. She reached over and patted his hand and
said, “And, also, because you are going to teach me how to use that gun, I’ll
have a letter drawn up for you tomorrow.”

“Well, um, that’s nice of you, I guess.” Wrangler

“Yes, it is. Very nice. You should thank me.” Her hand was
still on top of his. It was sooooo awkward.

He looked at her searching for a clue that she was kidding.
He didn’t get any sense that she was. God,
this is getting complicated. –He
pulled his had away and said, “Yeah,
right. Thanks, Mrs. S.” He wanted to get
out of there. No more talk about guns or favors. He was completely repelled by the
thoughts those words conjured up when
spoken by his girlfriend’s mom.

He was relieved when
she said, “You’re welcome, Wrangler,” and took her bowl to the sink, dumped the mostly
uneaten contents, and rinsed it out. Afterwards she went back to the table and
stood, hand on hip, and watched him add more crushed cookie to a mushy mix.
“Tell your mom I’m going to write that letter for you. Family needs to stick
together. She understands that, right, son?”

Son? As in “young
man”? Or "son-in-law”? He’d had enough. Enough
cookies. Enough threats. And too many promises to keep. “Gotta go,” he said. He hurried to the sink, rinsed
his bowl and glass and zipped the jacket he had never taken off. “G’ bye Mrs.
S.”

“Take care, Wrangler,” she said, and shaking her finger at
him she added, ”remember, I’m going to help you.”

“You too, Mrs. S.” he said.”Take good care of your pillow.”

His truck was out of sight before she thought of a snappy
response.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

Sally and Helen were talking on the phone while reading
from the Daily News, the only large circulation newspaper in the state. Yesterday the banner headline declared “Saplin
Announces Expansion” with a sub-caption “Baby due in May.” Tonight they ran “Gov Says Won’t Take Leave”
on page one, and inside, the “Community”
section had quotes elicited from common people interviewed on the street and
public comments from political folks in the capital. Not all the commentary was
congratulatory.

Sally, was stressing.“Listen to this,” she said, then read
aloud to Helen, “Everyone was shocked.
Even her closest staff said they hadn’t seen any signs. ‘It’s unbelievable’
said a prominent female political figure who asked not to be named. ‘Rachael
Saplin is carrying her fifth child and not showing? This is her seventh month? Unbelievable.’ “
She stopped reading and took a Prozac. “Who do you think said that? It sound like Lydia. Everyone knows she’s Rachael’s biggest enemy
in the capital. Do you think she’ll call for an investigation?” Sally was
getting more worked up by the minute.

“Relax, Sally. If Dr. ABC finds a family for Calc soon,
this is all going to go away. And if not, well…”

Sally wasn’t
listening. She was talking again, “Further down the page are interviews from
regular people. Some of them really are pregnant. Wow! They hate her! Listen,
‘Being pregnant isn’t like having a wart removed. You don’t go back to work the next day. The
Governor’s plan is reckless.’ And this
one, ‘I’m a waitress, I’m only twenty, I’m in my sixth month and I’m so big,
I’m going to have to quit soon to get off my feet. How can Governor Saplin
still be thin as a rail? Is that healthy for the baby?’”

Helen caught up and followed along.”God. And all those
people who criticize her for not being home with the kids are out in force
again.” She scanned the page. “Each person makes a good point. Rachael better
be very careful.” Helen was being completely honest. “Rachael’s cavalier attitude
may be her downfall. “

Sally found herself nodding. But then she remembered
something that her father always said when other people had a problem with one
or more of his the family members. “We are the Heats and if we stick together,
we can do anything.”

“Sally, I think in this case, it’s going to be ‘We are
Heats and if we lie together we can get away anything.”

“Nothing new about that,” Sally quipped. For the first time in weeks, she smiled.

CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE

Wrangler’s truck turned the corner of Aunt Helen’s street
and he saw Cristol waiting outside in front of the house. He thought it was a good
sign. She’s anxious to get together.

He pulled up to the curb slowly, expecting that when she
opened the passenger door she would lean
in for a kiss. Girls like to kiss. Even
after they have a baby, you can’t get them into bed without a lot of kissing.
Wrangler felt very worldly knowing such things.

The door opened, but no kiss. Instead of amorous, she was
huffy. “Did you see Mom’s interview with that guy from Canada? God, she’s
phoney. Sometimes I just want to scream.”

Cristol climbed up into the cab and he noticed how fat her
thighs were. I wonder how much longer it will take her to get thin
again. Will I ever see her in something hot again? I’m so tired of those sweatshirts.

“Wrangler, I could just scream! He asked her how she stayed
so trim being almost eight months pregnant and she did this flirty thing,
licked her lips even! and – get this – she said “I have tight abs”. What
the fuck, Wrangler! Tight abs!!! First of all, she ISN’T pregnant! And second
of all, she’s had liposuction! God,
sometimes I just hate her.”

Wrangler could see there would be no getting her out of her
pants unless he made her feel better.. “Hey, Babe, don’t let her get to you.
She’s crazy. You know she’s crazy.”

That was one good thing about all they’d been through
together - Cristol no longer took offense when he criticized Rachael. On the
contrary, she was glad he didn’t have stars in his eyes, thinking her mom was a
celebrity. She thought Wrangler was really smart about emotions and intentions
and stuff like that. She praise him for seeing through Rachael most of the
time.

Wrangler didn’t deny it. He sometimes felt as if he knew her soul. If Mrs. S realized how
well Wrangler understood her, she’d make his life miserable. But that wasn’t going to happen now. Not now
that he knew her biggest secret.

Wrangler wanted the Cristol he’d anticipated, not this
angry version of Cristol. He touched her cheek and then her shoulder. “
C’om’ere. Lemme rub your shoulders.”

She shook him off. “No! I’m not in the mood.”

Wrangler sat back and heaved a sigh, rolling his eyes
toward the roof of the cab.

Unless she heard the word one day, thought it sounded "smart," and practiced it over and over again until she could say it without stumbling. It's the perfect word for her and given her lies, she'd have plenty of opportunity to use it.

Thinking about something. I know that Levi must not truly care about what he's actually SAID in person in the past and what has been written in his name. Everything is basically propaganda from his adult manipulators like James and Lois and Tank and Rex, who are pretty vocal Palin haters with a definite ax to grind. How else would you explain James and Lois' plagiarism from blogs and even Frank's book. They stole entire passages and made them fit in entirely different scenarios. It's sickening.

Anyway, THAT isn't my point right now.

We know Levi, a good guy who was led by the nasty media into a war of words with a former governor. I'd like to think he wouldn't have done that if he A. had encouragement from family and himself to finish school and legitimately get his job back and B. knew the media would only made things worse for him

However, he took their offers and fed them superficial interviews. He gave his opinions he even admitted he couldn't explain but it's things he sort of witnessed over a specific and stressful period of time.

What gets me is, he told the honest-sounding story of finding out he was going to be a father, around early May. He said he and Bristol were, where they always were, in his room, and she just told him. He said they hugged, and he went to tell him mom.

THAT is so much more natural than anything James and Lois tried to concoct for him in his book of lies. The other interesting thing is, it wasn't soon after that Bristol, instead of being indifferent to her, allegedly started to pull away from the Johnstons, obviously still distrusting his sister, whose friends once threatened Bristol. When Sarah found out about the pregnant in May, notice a few things:

Bristol spent a lot of time with her family that summer: Juneau, Fairbanks, concert (until she found out the Js were going), Philly, picnic, is mentioned numerous times by Sarah's staff) Also, she was with the whole family a lot around spring breakup/easter and is pictured in a group shot, probably in early April.)

It was SARAH who told Todd she should marry, though he seemed to ignore that late july email and soon after Sarah was offering to adopt the unborn baby.

I truly think Bristol, after watching every WHS teen in c/o 2008 have babies that year, she felt pangs of desire to keep up with the masses and feed her very strong maternal instinct. Most girls have been there. It's hard to have a natural nurturing trait and watch your peers have babies. I understand it. It would ALSO be difficult to watch your mother announce a baby's coming into your family without you or your siblings' prior knowledge. Sarah's plan was obvously two-fold. Trig would be another baby for her (Sarah) to baby, as she's been said to like infants. It would give Bristol a baby without altering her life course. It would help her prolife cred.

All of this is speculation coming from my personal experience with similar feelings. I nor no one on the net can actually judge any of these people nor assume anything about them or their thoughts.

It's easy to make the decision Bristol made when you have a great network of support like she does. Her family's close and would always be minutes away. That is what she grew up knowing, family is first and most important. There's a reason small town citizens start families young. There's a reason one of Bristol's friends deliberately had 3 kids (she's 22).

It's the environment. It's not to be ridiculed just because you might have grown up in a different menality. Everyone lives a different life and no one can control the things happening around them when another person's free will is involved. ALL parents understand that. Sarah and Todd may have tried to be proactive parents in reaching Bristol in terms of moving too fast mentally. All they could do is remind her of the hurt her ex caused her, how he hasn't always been trustworthy. But in the end, people do what they want. Even if Bristol chose to be on birth control which she's never been on, that doesn't alter mentality. You want what you know. She knew of stability and family support. She knew she'd be supported in her decision even when she knew she'd never mesh with her boyfriend's family.

Let's leave Allison's world of fiction for a moment and let me ask a random question.

Levi, agewise, should have graduated in 2008. it's Bristol who has a birthdate that makes her graduation in 09, as she did.

In his own words, the only time he attended an actual school was his sophomore year, 06-07. This matches what people were saying, that he went to Burchell.

Bristol attended WHS her whole Freshman year, fall of her soph year, fall of her Jr year, Anch High spring Soph year, but due to catty rumors, it is believed she was forced to leave, despite good grades.

That fall, her Jr year, we know around that time there were threats against her from bullying girls This would support a desire to do a homeschooling course on top of traditional school. Willow voluntarily chose homeschooling with her friend so she could leave the immaturity of highschool and get on with her life without all that drama jealous kids brought her. That is from the friend of hers. Kids are naturally mean, but when there are "famous" classmates, (Re: any child star), kids are that much meaner and that much more prone to spreading lies. Lies both Palin girls' friends find themselves defending today.

She obviously homeschooled her senior year as she spent a month on trail and was pregnant.